Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel Rebel Wild (i have read the book a hundred times .txt) 📖

“Come,” I finally relent, desperate to feel her tighten around me, allowing me the release I need. Her pained expression gives way to question. Surely, she didn’t hear right, that her Dom is going back on a punishment. “Fucking come,” I order her again. Her eyes roll back in her head and her body shakes with her orgasm. “Aw, fuck,” I groan as she squeezes my cock, snatching my orgasm from me.

I shoot a load so violently inside of her I can barely stay on my feet. I snarl like an animal as I pump into her. She takes every drop of cum out of me.

“Mmm,” I hear her slip and say.

I look at her, laid out on the desk, panting and writhing in pleasure. The sight of her gets me hard all over again.

“Go to your room,” I tell her, pissed that she’s gotten the better of me in this so-called punishment.

She quickly slips on her dress, picks up her underwear and shoes, then leaves the room. The puddle of cum she left on my desk mocks me.

Some fucking punishment.

My legs are wobbly from the remnants of the orgasm I’m still feeling, but I leave the room as quickly as I can.

“Shit,” I hear Mr. Garrett yell as I go upstairs to my room.

I take a shower, washing all the sweat and body fluids off me. I can’t believe how intense that just was. I can’t believe how turned on I just was. Thank God, he changed his mind and let me have an orgasm. I think I would have died right there on his desk if he didn’t. I was scared at first when he yelled at me, I’ve never seen him that angry before, but when I looked into his eyes, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I still pretended to be afraid, figuring that’s what a submissive is supposed to do. I even tried to pretend I didn’t like the hand spanking, but I don’t think I was that good of an actor. Exhausted, I don’t even bother to put any pajamas on as I climb into bed and fall asleep.

I stretch awake to the loud voice of Mr. Garrett. I sit straight up thinking he’s yelling at someone until I realize it’s just him trying to persuade his mock jury. It must still be early because the sun is nowhere near up. I want to lie here and listen to him talk, but his voice is so strained, it pulls me out of bed. I push back the covers and smell the faint scent of arnica cream. He must have come in sometime after I’d fallen asleep to care for me. Why that makes me smile like an idiot, I don’t know. I won’t waste time trying to figure out myself right now. Realizing I’m naked, I slip my robe on and creep down the hall.

Mr. Garrett’s sitting on the couch in nothing but his boxers, scowling at his paperwork. Something draws me down the stairs and before I can stop myself, I’m standing before him. He looks at me.

“Sydney?” He says when I just stand without a word. I want to ask him if he’s still pissed at me or what I even did to piss him off in the first place, but the words won’t form in my head the right way. “Did I wake you?” He prompts me to speak again.

I don’t know what’s possessed me, but I untie my robe and let it fall at my feet. I stand there naked, watching his eyes go from shock to desire, eye-fucking me. Whatever entered my body and made me disrobe a moment ago has abandoned me and I’m left feeling like an idiot. I bend down to grab my robe, but he pulls me into his lap. Straddling him, I find that he’s naked. I have only a moment to wonder where his boxers went before he slips himself deep inside me. All my thoughts fly out the window behind him as he fucks me with slow torture on his smooth, leather couch. My lips find his. He tries to pull away, but I tangle my hands in his hair and pull him into me, needing him close like he was that night he came into my bed.

“Mmm,” he moans, pulling me flush against his chest.

I love the feel of his skin on mine.

“Fuck me, Daddy.” I moan and he does.

He really does.

Too weak from orgasm to walk, he carries me up to my room.

He grumbles something about me topping from the bottom as he cleans me up and puts me to bed. I have no clue what that means, and I’m too exhausted to ask him. I still don’t know what I did to see this side of him, but overall, I must confess it was the best first day of school ever.

Chapter Twenty-Two

I go in to check on Sydney once I’ve calmed down after our fucking in the library. I was so pissed at myself; I couldn’t even give her aftercare.

I grab the arnica cream from the playroom on my way in to see her. Like always, she leaves her door cracked open. I don’t understand why she does this. I truly hope she’s not afraid to be here. She’s sound asleep, so I gently clean her up and rub her down with the cream. I smile at how pink her ass is. She took that spanking like a seasoned sub.

And fuck me, it turned her on.

“There’s hope for you yet, my sweet little Foxy,” I whisper to her, taking a finger and swiping her hair off her angelic face.

I sit and watch her sleep like I did the first time I fucked her in Carmel-by-the-Sea and just like before I’m tempted to crawl into bed with her. She brings so much comfort and